" Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.
Even in the night, in bed, they woke me.
They painted themselves onto the ceiling.
They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind.
When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down , on a torn-up piece of paper. And to me, the world changed color that morning. "

― Markus Zusak , Underdogs (Wolfe Brothers, #1-3)